This is a more dance-centric burnout goth jam that I recently worked on with my bandmate Tom.

Limbo is a deceptively simple platform puzzle game. I suppose that the thing that struck me most was the soundtrack by Martin Stig Andersen, which is something like ambient, spectral music, and musique concrete, and how seamlessly it is wedded to the images and game play.
I felt pretty excited to hear it, actually. I hadn’t really thought about the sound world that games offered before playing this, or the sort of unique compositional opportunity. Most of the other games I’ve played seem pretty straightforward soundtracks for television or film, or conversely arcade music, plus foley and characters hollering at you. So I was completely amazed hearing the permutations, changing environment expressed through sound, and experiencing the open and closed spaces through the music. There are all sort of interesting manipulations going on with temporally.  
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The game’s puzzles, on the other-hand, can be somewhat frustrating, but maybe it’s because I am a very poor gamer in general, and watching my little Charlie Brown avatar get chopped to bits on the 25th try seems to last forever. 

Limbo is a deceptively simple platform puzzle game. I suppose that the thing that struck me most was the soundtrack by Martin Stig Andersen, which is something like ambient, spectral music, and musique concrete, and how seamlessly it is wedded to the images and game play.

I felt pretty excited to hear it, actually. I hadn’t really thought about the sound world that games offered before playing this, or the sort of unique compositional opportunity. Most of the other games I’ve played seem pretty straightforward soundtracks for television or film, or conversely arcade music, plus foley and characters hollering at you. So I was completely amazed hearing the permutations, changing environment expressed through sound, and experiencing the open and closed spaces through the music. There are all sort of interesting manipulations going on with temporally.  

The game’s puzzles, on the other-hand, can be somewhat frustrating, but maybe it’s because I am a very poor gamer in general, and watching my little Charlie Brown avatar get chopped to bits on the 25th try seems to last forever. 

I’m in the process of making a mix cd for a friend. I always love making mixes because it gives me a chance to revisit albums and the assorted memories and emotions that they evoke. Hasegawa-Shizuo’s I know a chord buried into the ground… is a really wonderful album that I picked up by chance in Sato Yukie’s record shop. They’re really amazing improvisers and create a very elegant and unsettled mood. My only wish is that Uchida Shizuo didn’t live so far away so I could play cello with him. 

I’m in the process of making a mix cd for a friend. I always love making mixes because it gives me a chance to revisit albums and the assorted memories and emotions that they evoke. Hasegawa-Shizuo’s I know a chord buried into the ground… is a really wonderful album that I picked up by chance in Sato Yukie’s record shop. They’re really amazing improvisers and create a very elegant and unsettled mood. My only wish is that Uchida Shizuo didn’t live so far away so I could play cello with him. 

I stood through SFO’s Siegfried. The pic is stolen from the opera’s website.
Standing for five hours in exchange for a $10 ticket is an invitation for abuse and insanity. Also it made the first act seem like it lasted forever. For bottomless cheap drinks, see my purse and the booze and snacks I smuggled in.
Reading opera reviews is hilarious.
I like Zambello’s direction. All the PR has reiterated it as an American Ring, which is very appropriate. I like how Disney it is, and how sort of almost cringe worthy the design choices are at moments. A lot of the responses I’ve read have been a bit put off, or not really fully explored how cartoony certain moments are in the costuming, sets, and lighting, and how timely some of the production choices are.
To be continued in a later entry, tentatively.

I stood through SFO’s Siegfried. The pic is stolen from the opera’s website.

Standing for five hours in exchange for a $10 ticket is an invitation for abuse and insanity. Also it made the first act seem like it lasted forever. For bottomless cheap drinks, see my purse and the booze and snacks I smuggled in.

Reading opera reviews is hilarious.

I like Zambello’s direction. All the PR has reiterated it as an American Ring, which is very appropriate. I like how Disney it is, and how sort of almost cringe worthy the design choices are at moments. A lot of the responses I’ve read have been a bit put off, or not really fully explored how cartoony certain moments are in the costuming, sets, and lighting, and how timely some of the production choices are.

To be continued in a later entry, tentatively.

Not Even My Problem
If you ask me to play pretty music for your compositional assignment that borrows heavily from Feldmann & Webern, despite my protests that I am an improviser and not a conservatory student, then get all flaky and insulting about it… Well that’s your problem and not mine. And by problem I mean aesthetic-ideological soul-gnawing hypocrisy-type problem, okay?

Not Even My Problem

If you ask me to play pretty music for your compositional assignment that borrows heavily from Feldmann & Webern, despite my protests that I am an improviser and not a conservatory student, then get all flaky and insulting about it… Well that’s your problem and not mine. And by problem I mean aesthetic-ideological soul-gnawing hypocrisy-type problem, okay?

Mood: Dour.
I violated my own rule — one should never feel obliged to stay and listen to music that one feels a strong dislike for. 
Now I must eat crow. I thought it was all bad mood, not enough sleep, or too much imbibed, but really it was just that gnawing feeling of obligation and the music not going away. Anxiety, sort of like claustrophobia, crept over me. Everyone else seemed to be fine and seemed to enjoy it, which only magnified the awfulness of the music. I wanted to leave, but a room full of friends and social obligation prevented me.
Like that bit where Alex jumps out the window in A Clockwork Orange, but inwardly.
I’ve been reading Bataille’s L’Anus Solaire from his Oevres at the SF library. I am all a-gag with impossibilities and literary perversity. I am on a Bataille kick. Predictions please…? I’m in the middle of My Mother as well. We will see how the week ends. 
(btw, this image is Kiki Smith’s Pee.)

Mood: Dour.

I violated my own rule — one should never feel obliged to stay and listen to music that one feels a strong dislike for. 

Now I must eat crow. I thought it was all bad mood, not enough sleep, or too much imbibed, but really it was just that gnawing feeling of obligation and the music not going away. Anxiety, sort of like claustrophobia, crept over me. Everyone else seemed to be fine and seemed to enjoy it, which only magnified the awfulness of the music. I wanted to leave, but a room full of friends and social obligation prevented me.

Like that bit where Alex jumps out the window in A Clockwork Orange, but inwardly.

I’ve been reading Bataille’s L’Anus Solaire from his Oevres at the SF library. I am all a-gag with impossibilities and literary perversity. I am on a Bataille kick. Predictions please…? I’m in the middle of My Mother as well. We will see how the week ends. 

(btw, this image is Kiki Smith’s Pee.)